The Curvy Hotwife Collection

by Harley Jane Meadows

  Michael beamed at me. I stripped down to nothing, and put it on. Ohhhh. It was true, a lot of lingerie was not made with comfort in mind. This number I held in my hands was an obvious exception.

  I went to the mirror and looked at myself. A fair-skinned, round-faced woman stared back at me in her purple negligee. Her large breasts looked great under silk. I turned around. My ass didn’t look bad in it, either! I squealed, and almost jumped my husband.

  I showered his face with kisses. “You have any idea how good I feel right now? Oufff, Michael—”

  There was a knock at the door. My eyes went wide. Michael just shook his head once. “Better answer it!”

  I tiptoed to the door, and threw it wide open. There was Desmond, the first man we’d invited into our bed! Our very first ‘Bull’.

  I squealed with delight. “Oh my gosh! Desmond, come in!” He was tall, with skin like dark caramel. He had warm hazel eyes, and straight black hair.

  “Hi!” He stepped over the threshold, and kissed me on the cheek. He produced lilies from behind his back, and handed them to me. They were a stark purple and white, and they went beautifully with my new lingerie.

  “They’re lovely. Thank you. This is all… just… wow.” I didn’t know what else to say! Desmond came into the suite proper, and took off his coat. He hung it on a wall-mounted hook.

  Michael and Desmond shook hands. Desmond sat on the bed.

  “We wanted to surprise you,” he said to me, before turning to Desmond, “but if you get to know her, you’ll know that it really never happens.”

  Desmond shrugged, leaning back, propped up on his hands. “Hey, I’m just happy to be invited to come along.”

  If things with our first encounter hadn’t worked out, I doubt there would have ever been a second time. Desmond had been that first encounter, and he set a tough act to follow, for sure. He’d been warm, strong, playful and forceful at the same time; everything I wanted in a lover.

  “You look great, by the way,” he said.

  I bent at the knee in a little curtsy. “Thank you.” I went and half-straddled him on the bed, sitting with my front to his side. He put his arm around my neck, and we both looked at Michael.

  “Shall we?”

  With my husband’s enthusiastic approval, Desmond turned and kissed my neck, my shoulder. My jaw. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself to him. Mmm.

  He smelled of sandalwood, and good aftershave. I loved his attention o my skin. I stroked a line up and down his chest with my finger, teasing at his shirt. I sat back on the bed, and he stood up to take it off.

  I watched as Desmond unbuttoned his shirt, then hung it over a chair. He wore a white undershirt beneath, and that went onto the chair, too. He started to unbuckle his belt, but I waved him to me. “Come here, handsome.”

  I scooted to the edge of the bed, and took his belt buckle, looking him in the eye and smirking as I unfastened it.

  I unbuttoned him, and unzipped his fly. I kissed Desmond’s stomach. His skin was cool to the touch… I don’t think he’d had a chance to warm up properly, yet!

  I rose up off the bed, and kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and held him tight. He put his hands on me hips, keeping me close. “Mmmmnm.” I kissed his chest, nipped at his neck. “I think you need warming up.”

  He nodded in agreement. I slid my fingers down his stomach, down under the waistband of his underwear. With a bit of encouragement, they fell from his hips, along with his pants.

  He stepped out of them, and stood before me, slowly getting hard. Michael watched us from his chair in the corner. I traced my finger along the side of Desmond’s penis, and cupped it in my hand. “You’re beautiful too,” I cooed.

  I sat back down at the bed’s edge, and kissed his shaft. His penis rose a little, at the stimulation. I looked up at him, and stroked him lovingly. “Let’s see if we can’t get you worked, up. Yeah?”

  He nodded, and drew a breath. He ran his fingers under my robe, and slipped off me like water. I sat before him, in purple silk. He stared down at me, before his eyes wandered to my shoulders, my fair skin, my breasts. I had goosebumps.

  I took the robe, and took it over to a chair. I wanted to have a good time with Desmond, but I didn’t want to get anything on it, either.

  I came back to Desmond. He was getting harder. I walked around to behind him, and took his cock in my hand. I ran my free hand, up and down his chest, while I stroked him. I kissed his neck, his shoulder. I bit down on his shoulder, and he hissed in a breath of air. “Mmmmmn, lover. You getting hard for me? Are you?”

  He turned around, breathing hard, his cock virtually pointing at me. “That answer your question?” He slipped his hands up under my negligee, and found the waistband of my panties. He pulled down on them, and suddenly I was exposed. His hands felt so good…

  He walked back until he sat on the bed’s edge. He gave me a come hither gesture. I came up to him, and lifted my knee, planting my foot beside him. He now had a front row seat to my lips, just at the level of his chest. He slapped the outside of my thigh with his right hand. He slid his left hand up, under the purple silk negligee. He ripped his hand over my belly, before coming back down to my pelvis, down to my pussy.

  He kissed my thigh, lightly, very lightly. It was almost torment.

  With his hand, he stroked the inside of my thigh, up, up, reaching my folds. He nudged me open with gentle little gestures. My lips were swelling with warmth and stimulation. “Fffffff…”

  “Yeah?” he said, looking up at me. “You want me to touch you? You want me inside you?”

  I closed my eyes. “Yes, yes,” I whispered. He teased at my lips like harp string, before slipping inside me. I moaned. “Desmoooond…"

  His two warm fingers slid up inside my hot, wet pussy… pressing in to me, probing me, seeking out…

  He leaned in and kissed the hood of my clit. I trembled, struggling to stay on my feet. OhhhHHHHhhh…

  “Chloe, Chloe,” he whispered into my pussy. “Chloe, Chloe… I’m gonna make you cum…”

  He kissed my moist, hungry lips and kept on sliding his fingers, up, down, up between my wet folds. I squealed. “AhhHHaaah!!” I nearly jumped out of my skin. A electric-hot wire of pleasure startled through me. Oh god, oh god, oh god…

  “Get on your knees,” he growled.

  I put both feet on the floor, and he got off the bed. He smacked me playfully on the ass. I got onto the bed. I was almost dizzy now. I felt like I was carrying a bowl of warm, liquid pleasure between my hips. Part of me wanted it to spill out. Part of me wanted to hold off. It was wonderful.

  He nudged me, and I fell to my hands and knees. He pushed his hands up my sides, taking me in his powerful grip, squeezing me. Squeezing me… I could feel his cock, brushing my leg. He still stood on the floor before the bed, his hands on my belly, under the negligee.

  I rose up, only long enough to peel the purple silk off over my head. I tossed it aside, and it landed like water in a puddle of fabric, on the chair with the robe.

  Desmond ran his hands up over my belly, taking my breasts in his hands. He caressed me, fondled me. Squeezed me in his hands. Mmmmnnmm…

  He tickled at the back of my knee, and I almost died. I giggled like mad.

  “Oh, fuck it,” he said, and bid me turn around. I kneeled, facing him on the bed, and he came to my chest. He kissed my tits, he raised them up in his hands and pressed his face to me. “Chloe,” he groaned. “Chloe, you’re a devil.” He licked at me, nipped at me, circled my areola with his tongue before pinching my nipple with his lips. My wide, soft skin in his mouth felt like a dream.

  He sucked at me, before letting me go. He was hard for me; his cock grazed my belly. It was hot and sticky with pre-cum. Mmm… I looked at Michael, and bit my finger. I went back to stroking Desmond, keeping him nice and hard.

  I fell back onto the bed. He reached into his pants on the floor, and picked up a condom packet. He tore it open, and I watched him slid
e it down onto his shaft.

  “My knight in shining armor,” I said, giggling.

  He came to the bed, and I widened my legs for him. I yelped as he grabbed me by the thighs, and pulled be close! “AhhHHH!”

  His cock stood at attention, his shaft pressed against my lips. “How bad do you want this?” he asked.

  “I want you, I want you, I want you,” I whispered. “Please, please fuck me. Fuck me now. Desmond, please…”

  He took his cock in his hand, and slid it between my wet, hot lips. I moaned out loud. “OhhHOOOOOHH! Yes, yes—” I wrapped my feet around his thighs, pulling him deeper into me. I laid back and shut my eyes, reveling in his touch.

  He swayed in and almost out of me, back and forth, before crashing on top of me. He kept rocking his hips, grinding me from the inside, again and again. He cupped my tit in his hand and he fondled me, licked me, savored my taste.

  I could barely think. “Squeeze me,” I whispered. “Squeeze me so tight, baby… please please, I’m yours, I’m yours, fuck me!”

  He took me in his powerful hands and buried his face in my chest. He kept

  On

  Pumping through me, hard and long, filling me with his great strength.

  “Oaaahhhhhh!”

  I grabbed onto his shoulders, and dug my nails into him. He felt so good on top of me. I barely noticed that Michael had brought his chair over to the side of the bed. He sat back down, watching me writhe under another man’s touch.

  “Fuck her, Desmond,” he said. “Fuck her as hard as you want.”

  What was he doing? What was he— Desmond groaned and started pushing into me even harder, faster— I screamed.

  I was pushed off… I felt like I was weightless, still pinned to the bed under Desmond’s strength, but— I weighed nothing at all. The heat that had been building up in me had simply spilled everywhere and I was warm inside and everything was heaven.

  I was on that plateau, screaming Desmond’s name, for I don’t know how long. I came back to myself, wet with perspiration. Desmond’s sweat mingling with mine. He was still on top of me. He was still… oh god—

  I drifted again on a wave of hot wet ecstasy, lapping at my brain until I stopped caring. Desmond kept on.

  I drifted in and out. I tapped him on the shoulder and he left me, condom still on him. He rolled over onto his back, coated in sweat, and still hard as ever. Chest heaving, I crawled on top of him.

  “You’ve been so good to me, baby,” I said to him. “Look at me, Desmond. Look at me.”

  He opened his eyes. I brought his hands up to my tits. “You like these? Mmm?”

  He nodded, fondling me, rubbing his hands over my flesh.

  I ground my hips against his, riding him, over and over. He was close. He was trembling inside me, trying not to let go.

  I leaned down, burying his face in me. He ran his hand up my back, and scratched lightly down. “You… are… my… boy…” I whispered. “You’re… my… boy… and you can have… whatever… you… want.”

  Desmond let out a sob, and grabbed the mattress on either side of him, in his fists. He came, and shouted so loud that it almost hurt. He buckled under me. Twice. Three times. His face was twisted up in so much sensation I couldn’t tell if it was hurting him, or not…

  He sagged into the mattress, completely limp. I fell on top of him, spent. Oh, fuck.

  Someone was stroking my hair. It felt nice. I opened my eyes, and there was Michael. I didn’t want to move. Desmond was still hard, still inside me. Still filling me up.

  We lay that way for as long as it took, to come back to ourselves.

  I showered. Desmond showered. I slipped back into the purple negligee, and cuddled up with my husband under the covers. Desmond kissed me on the forehead, and left.

  I was content.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The Curvy Hotwife's Conquest

  I stretched and woke up in my own bed. I rolled over and realized I was the only one there! I sat up. The shower was running. Okay, that explained where Michael was.

  Ohhhh, right. It was Saturday. We were getting a hotel room, tonight. For the past few months, my husband and I had been experimenting with a cuckold situation. It was Michael’s idea; something to spice up the marriage. It had worked out better than we hoped.

  We’d collected a small stable of Bulls, gents that we had mutually agreed were okay to bring into the bedroom. Now I wanted to try something different. A new kind of conquest…

  I got out of bed, and stretched again. I peeled off my nightshirt, and stood there, looking at myself in the mirror. A round faced girl with falling brown curls looked back at me, naked. She was a plump girl; no one you’d see on the cover of a magazine. She had full breasts, sloping halfway down to her stomach, which was round and wide. She had hips. She had thighs. She had a nice looking ass.

  I ran a finger up and down my belly. The shower turned off. My husband walked out of the bathroom, toweling himself off. He came over to me, slipping his arms around me. “Morning, Chloe.”

  He kissed my cheek. “You checking out my wife?”

  I shook my head. “Just looking.” I turned around and pressed my body to his. “I’m more interested in her husband, anyway.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  He felt so good, pressed against my skin. Michael was tall, lean. All mine. I squeezed him tight. I felt him getting hard, under his towel. I kissed his neck, his jaw, his cheek. “Mike, honey? I had an idea I wanted to run by you about tonight.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

  I put my hand on his stomach, and traced it up and down his skin. “… I was thinking about talking to someone we know. Instead of a stranger. Just to see what it’d be like.”

  He looked at me with a touch of concern. “You want… a friend of ours?”

  I looked him in the eye. No secrets. “Is that okay? If it’s not, just say so.”

  He shook his head. “No, I think that should be all right. Just depends on who you were thinking about.”

  I whispered the name in his ear. He pretended to mull it over. “I don’t knooooow,” he said, playing with me a bit. I tugged loose his towel. It fell to the floor, and I put my hand on his penis. He was half-erect already.

  “I could make it worth your while,” I said, smiling. I stroked his shaft, just a little.

  He looked down at me, and took me in his hands. I loved it when he touched me like that… “Just what did you have in mind?”

  “Get on the bed, handsome.”

  I called our friend Thomas, and asked him to join me for drinks that late afternoon. Just me.

  We met at the hotel bar, where Michael and I had gotten a room. Thomas arrived in a black suit and a faded green button down shirt. He looked good, but wasn’t trying too hard. He had warm green eyes, and dark blond hair that he wore swept back. He joined me at the table, and I kissed him on the cheek. I hugged him. He looked me up and down as he sat down.

  I was wearing a black dress with a low neckline, and a grey silk camisole. The dress was snug on me, showing off my curves. It was a personal favorite.

  We ordered drinks, and settled in. “Thanks for coming out tonight, Tom. There was something I wanted your opinion on.”

  He sipped his scotch, and nodded. “Go on.”

  “I’m preparing a special treat for my husband and me, and I was hoping you would be up for helping us out.”

  He nodded again. “What’d you have in mind?”

  I slipped my hand across the table, and teased the back of his hand with my finger. “Well, I was wondering if you’d have sex with me. Tonight. While Michael gets to watch.”

  Tom’s jaw dropped. “… That’s not funny, Chloe.”

  I shook my head. “Well, it wasn’t a joke.” I looked him in the eye, and didn’t shy away. He swallowed when he realized I genuinely wasn’t kidding. He looked down at my hand, stroking his. He inhaled a sharp breath.

  “Uh, Chloe. That’s very flattering, but, uh, I do
n’t think it’s a good idea.” He pulled his hand away.

  “Can I ask why?”

  He shrugged. “Because I think the world of you guys. Both of you. And… I’ve certainly thought of you that way. You’re a knockout. It’s not a question of wanting to. I just… don’t want things to get weird, afterward.”

  I gave him a warm smile. “So it is something you want to do. You’re just afraid it would get weird if you enjoyed having sex with me?”

  He thought about this for a minute, and nodded. “Well… if you’re worried about it getting weird, how about just not letting it get weird?” I let this sink in. “I’m not asking you to have an affair. I’m not leaving my husband. We both like you, I’m attracted to you, and I’d like to invite you into my bed, for a night. That’s all.”

  Tom opened and closed his mouth a few times. I think I’d successfully talked him out of any real objections. He finished his drink. “Wow. I’ll be honest, hon. I was not expecting this.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What were you expecting?”

  He shook his head. “I dunno. Dinner, drinks, a few laughs.”

  “So you weren’t expecting me to proposition you, then,” I confirmed. He nodded. I lifted my glass. “Glad we’re on the same page.” I shot him a wink, and finished my martini.

  Tom came with me up to the hotel room. He was nervous. I didn’t blame him. Michael and I had known Tom for years. They’d gone to college, together. He’d come to our wedding. Now…

  I opened the door, and walked into the suite. It was modest; nothing more than we needed. Michael got up from the chair, and put aside his smartphone. He came over and took Tom’s hand.

  “Tom! Glad you’re joining us! You want anything? Something to drink?”

  Tom blinked a few times, still taking it all in. “You’re really okay with this?”

  Michael shook his head, and I laughed. “Okay with it? This whole thing was his idea in the first place!” I put down my purse, and kissed both men on the cheek.